Monday, Monday

I checked my phone, and this was indeed the Grainger's place. Murphy Grainger had texted me the directions to her choufer's entrance, which had its own keypad. After entering the code, the gate swung open, closing only after our van was through to the other side. 

We parked near the house and started to unlatch the ladders. We found the telephone poles. On it are the electricity, telephone, and cable lines headed into the house. I set up the ladder and handed the modified repeater to Tessa.

After securing it near the transformer, she came back down and started to check to make sure she was receiving the signals. She set it so any data going to or from the house would be repeated not to the house but directly to our home computer. 

Madison, meanwhile, has been seeing up some of those same hearing bugs Tessa had used on us not so long ago. She also set up a small video camera in the husband's car and in the large five car garage in case he tries to do his business out there. We were just about ready to leave when Murphy Grainger came walking out to meet me. 

She was wearing a night robe. She walked directly to me. "Good evening, Mrs. Grainger. I hope we have been as quick and discreet as you had hoped. We are just packing up, and we will be out of your hair in a minute." I said

"Good evening, Mr. Cole. You have followed my instructions to the letter, something that does not go unnoticed. You have done an excellent job; I have no idea where your equipment is." She said it with a smirk. "For all I know, you could be spying on me in the shower; I would never know." 

"I think it is best if you don't know where anything is. The reason is twofold: if we are discovered, then you have plausible deniability, or if your husband suspects something, you can answer his accusations without having to worry about tells that can give you away if you did know where they were." I finished. 

"You still didn't answer my question about the shower, Mr. Cole." Mrs. Grainger smiled with a rich chuckle behind it. Her voice sounded like an expensive wine, tasty but dry.

"Neither will I, Mrs. Grainger; this was part of the surveillance portion of the job, and you signed off on it." I said, reminding her.

"Oh, Matt, can I call you that? Now that you're going to know all of my deepest secrets,"  I nodded. "I am just joking with you, my boy; it's a bit thrilling to think I might be spied on by a young man." She said it with that same dry, deep laugh.

"Mrs. Grainger," I started

"Murphy, please," she interrupted. 

"Murphy then," I started again. "I assure you that even though the opportunity to look into the... most intimate portions of your life...is intriguing, my team and I are professionals and would never think about using your data for any purpose other than that which you paid for." I finished. 

"Well, then let us call this meeting to a close. I look forward to hearing from you tomorrow, Matt," she said, turning 180 degrees and walking back to her house. As she made her turn, the momentum, along with a slight breeze, lifted her robe just enough to see her amazing ass in a pair of black lace panties, quietly thanking the gods. I turned to the girls, both of whom were trying not to crack up, and finished packing the van. 

Once we were off the property, Tessa and Madison both burst out giggling. 

"What are you two cackling about?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Murphy Grainger has the hots for you!" Madison laughed.

"Whatever, she was doing her whole corporate power play bullshit; she does it to maintain an advantage in our business relationship and to keep me on my toes. Stop reading into shit that isn't there." I said I was irritated.

"Boss, she's right; she didn't even have to come outside, let alone in a robe with only lace panties on. Plus, she had her high beams on!" Tessa said. 

"What does that mean?" I asked 

"It means her nipples could cut some glass, bro," Madison chuckled. 

"Jesus help me" was all I could say, the rest of the ride consisted of them coming up with lewd things to say about me and Madison. Just what I needed...